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10-11-2012, 06:28 PM
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Hail, young Champion of Light, and well met. Hail to thee! Please, come in, I implore you. What a snowstorm you have traversed through! Yes, enter and warm your boots by my fire. Then we can grow full of mirth! Ha ha! Let us toasteth a blunt, slosh some wine and you can fuck my wife... what's wrong? Quick! Give me your hand... by the GODS! Your wrist is as limp as my member was in your mother's filthy cunt, you prancing little fairy bitch.
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